by Arcaii » Tue Dec 08, 2015 11:12 am
Choices:
1: Call her over
2: Call her over
3: Call her over
4: Call her over
5: Call her over
6: Ignore her
Roll says... 5: Call her over.
You find a loose nail in the windowsill and knock it to the ground, drawing the cat's attention. Slowly, she steps into the alley, eyes narrowed and watching for suspicious movement. It's a dark grey tabby molly.
You tap your tail beside you. She looks up, jumps like she didn't see you, and quickly recovers.
"Are you lost from the nursery?" she asks.
Of course. That's everyone's first impression, isn't it. (runty little)
You shake your head and tap the sill again.
She pauses. "Are you offering me a spot up there?"
You nod.
"Oh." She blinks, then crouches. You step aside just in time for her to jump right past you and onto a shelf.
Now that she sees you up close, she looks unsettled. You blink slowly at her, and she relaxes.
"Thank you," she says. "I hate the rain."
You turn your head and look back out at the alley and into the street. "Me too."
"Huh?"
"Me. Too."
"Are you sure you didn't get lost from the nursery?" she says. She's almost as quiet as you. "Your mother..."
She trails off. You shut your eyes. You can feel her looking you over.
"You're not a kit, are you?" she says.
You shake your head.
"Sorry. I thought..."
"Everyone does." You hate having to slow yourself down for others.
She falls silent. You figure she's trying to find a way to politely ask why a tiny cat like you is here.
"Who are you?" you ask.
She shifts her weight. "Um...I'm Lus."
"Hi, Lus." You turn your head just enough to see her out of the corner of your eye. "You're a scout."
She jolts and opens her mouth. You shake your head and lift your tail. "I'm a scout, too. I was, anyway."
"Oh," she says faintly. "Uh... was?"
"I quit," you say. "I'm looking for my friend. Gotta do a lot of stuff before I can get to her, though. How experienced are you?"
Her words are so quiet and bewildered that even you almost miss them over the rain. "Very. I've been at this for two years."
You grin.
Ask about the patrol routes.
Ask about the borders.
Ask about where the call girls can be found.